Strongest Guard

Xiaoming, who was opening the box, paused for a moment and then smiled apologetically, "That will depend on you, Sister Zi."    

    

"Don't drink it. This is a good wine that I brought with me. It will be a waste if you drink it."    

    

Yue Zitong said indifferently as she took out her phone and started flipping through it.    

    

What, is it a waste for me to drink it?    

    

Drinking with guests is the most basic job of our male PR team, alright? What do you mean it's a waste after drinking because this is the good wine you brought?    

    

Oh, I know, she looked down on us being male PR people, that's why she said that!    

    

How can you look at our male PR with tinted glasses?    

    

Why do you look down on us? Why do we rely on work to create wealth?    

    

Xiaoming thought angrily, but he didn't dare to say it out loud.    

    

His guess was not wrong. Yue Zitong did look down on men who worked in the male public relations.    

    

If a woman came to the clubhouse to be a princess, she had to gain sympathy. If she wasn't forced into a corner, which family's good child would be willing to come here and do a job that would shame their ancestors?    

    

Taking Xiaoming for example, he didn't lack arms or legs. With a young man's height of 1.8 meters, if he couldn't find a job, he could carry his bag at the wharf and work as a laborer at the construction site. Although he didn't have much money, he could still support his family.    

    

How could he be so shameless as to come and fuck a duck?    

    

No one's forcing you, like a woman.    

    

Since you don't have the shameful free will to be a duck, why should I respect you?    

    

Out of the corner of his eyes, Director Yue looked at Xiaoming who was dumbfounded. He lowered his head to play with his phone and frowned, "Why aren't you opening the bottle of wine?" Don't even do the most basic jobs when you're serving guests, new guy? "    

    

"I, elder sister Zi, please wait a moment."    

    

Don't look at how handsome Xiaoming was, even though he was more handsome than Lee Nanfang. However, he did not dare to offend the honored guests in the Supreme Preceptor's box. No matter what attitude the guests had, all he could do was obey.    

    

Actually, if he could be like Lee Nanfang and shake his head and say that I won't serve you anymore, Yue Zitong might look up to him and think that he was a man with guts.    

    

Xiaoming wasn't Lee Nanfang, so he could only obediently open the gift box and take out a bottle of wine. He poured half a cup for Director Yue and put it in front of her, lowering his head as he said, "Sister Zi, please."    

    

"Do you have gloves?"    

    

Yue Zitong asked as she picked up her wine cup and shook it gently in her hand.    

    

The male publicist massages his guests, some of whom have an obsession with cleanliness, and ask him to wear rubber gloves.    

    

Xiaoming also had one. He quickly took out a pair from his pocket, tore open the package and put it on his hand: "Sister Zi, should I give you a massage?"    

    

"Mm, let's do it."    

    

Yue Zitong climbed up to the top floor from the first floor. Her legs were indeed sore, and someone had hit her for the best: "Remember, only hit, don't massage."    

    

Worried that Xiaoming would take advantage of her, Yue Zitong instructed him and took a sip of her wine.    

    

The taste wasn't bad. After all, it was the wine that Helan Xiaoxin had brought.    

    

Eh, why is this person kneeling down?    

    

Director Yue was carefully tasting the fragrance of the wine when he saw Xiaoming kneel on the ground. He clenched his fists and gave her a light punch on her left leg.    

    

After discovering that Yue Zitong was prejudiced against him, Xiaoming swore that he would use the most caring service to move the sunglasses-wearing beauty and make her feel that her life was boring without him.    

    

Since he was willing to commit such a despicable act, then he might as well commit such a crime.    

    

Humph, men love to be cheap.    

    

Yue Zitong snorted coldly in her heart. She ignored Xiaoming and took another sip of wine. Her white fingers slid across the screen of her phone and accidentally clicked on WeChat.    

    

WeChat was Yue Zitong's eternal pain.    

    

Previously, if it wasn't for Lee Nanfang's loneliness after leaving without saying goodbye and learning how to play WeChat, she would still be a small white rose like Bing Qing Yu Jie. She would have been able to show her proud Tiny Skull in front of Lee Nanfang at any time.    

    

But now, he couldn't do it anymore. He had lost a thousand years of ancient hatred!    

    

With a bitter heart, Yue Zitong was no longer in the mood to taste the wine. She raised her head and took a gulp before extending her hand, saying, "Full."    

    

Xiaoming obediently drank it all.    

    

"Filling."    

    

Xiaoming obediently filled his stomach, then kneeled on the ground and continued thumping his legs.    

    

Sigh, WeChat, WeChat, who invented WeChat?    

    

Don't let me meet him, or I'll cripple him.    

    

Director Yue, who was depressed, felt sad for no reason and said, "Pour the wine."    

    

"Pour the wine!"    

    

After the third smother, Yue Zitong felt sour and wanted to cry. She wanted to find Lee Nanfang and tell him that she wasn't a bad woman, but just a little bit muddle-headed.    

    

"Pour the wine."    

    

She wanted to tell Scumbag Lee that she was willing to give 90% of the Kaihuang Group to the Yue Clan for him, for free.    

    

"Pour the wine!"    

    

After a cup, tears have fallen from Director Yue's white jade cheeks. I just want to hug Lee Nanfang and sing a song about the moon representing my heart.    

    

"Pour the wine — gone?"    

    

When Xiaoming told Sister Zi in a low voice that she had already drunk a whole bottle of red wine, for the sake of her good health, it was best not to drink anymore. Yue Zitong realized that before she knew it, her tears had already wet her clothes and she drank a whole bottle of red wine.    

    

This amount of wine was nothing to Director Yue, but seeing that Xiaoming was doing well for her, Yue Zitong listened to his good will. She raised her hand to wipe the corners of her eyes.    

    

After hearing the change in Director Yue's tone, Xiaoming was overjoyed. He finally moved the heart of a beauty and hurriedly said no need. He loved to provide kneeling service for Sister Zi the most.    

    

Then kneel down, you soft bitch!    

    

Yue Zitong's good impression of him immediately vanished like smoke in thin air. Just as she was about to call Helan Xiaoxin and ask her if she had finished, the door opened.    

    

As if nothing had happened, Helan Xiaoxin walked in from outside.    

    

Seeing Yue Zitong lying on the couch like Man, and Xiaoming kneeling down to give her a kick, Sister Xin smiled, "Ah Zi, that's right. "Since people are so tired of living, they need to know how to enjoy themselves in time. Why should they be so restrained by worldly matters?"    

    

The red wine had been easy to drink, but it had taken a lot of effort. Now, Yue Zitong's face was flushed red and she was yawning and crying.    

    

Drunk after drinking too much, this was also a very normal performance after drinking too much.    

    

She raised her hand to cover her mouth and yawned again. Yue Zitong then asked, "Has the matter been settled?"    

    

"Tsk, is that even a matter?"    

    

Helan Xiaoxin took off her coat and casually threw it on the clothes rack behind the door. She kicked off her high heels twice and came over to sit on the sofa opposite Yue Zitong. She casually picked up the bottle of unopened wine and opened it.    

    

There were a lot of calls, and Sister Xin was extremely thirsty.    

    

After drinking a cup of wine, he felt much more comfortable. He had to drink another cup.    

    

From the way she drank three cups in a row, Yue Zitong knew that she was calm on the surface, but in reality, her heart wasn't at all calm on the inside. It wasn't because she stomped Third Bro and the others into eunuchs.    

    

Even if she crushed the heads of Ol 'Three and the others on the spot, they wouldn't take it seriously.    

    

Sister Xin was upset because of her ex-husband, Meng Dongguo.    

    

That person had ruined her life, but for some reason, she could not do anything to him. She could only try her best not to think about him, but she did not expect to meet him here tonight.    

    

Yes, Meng Dongguo hoped from the bottom of his heart that Helan Xiaoxin would be ruined by Old Third and co.    

    

Helan Xiaoxin saw it clearly — her ex-husband's despicability and ruthlessness made her go crazy.    

    

But to guard Yue Zitong, she had to maintain her calmness, calmness, elegance, and scorn!    

    

Helan Xiaoxin's alcohol tolerance was even greater than Yue Zitong's. In just a few minutes, she drank half of a bottle of red wine, and her slightly pale face when she first came in had a charming blush on it. Xiaoming was so happy that he was trembling all over.    

    

However, what Helan Xiaoxin said next shattered Xiaoming's hope: "Where's Ye Shen?"    

    

"Ye Shen? "I don't know."    

    

"Scram!" Go call Ye Shen over. "    

    

Helan Xiaoxin couldn't be bothered to say anything to Xiaoming. She waved her hand and sent him away.    

    

Xiaoming's remaining dignity as a man was finally provoked by Helan Xiaoxin's vile attitude. His handsome face flushed red and just as he was about to stand up, he shouted — I'm just going to find Manager Ma and ask him if he came over. Yue Zitong spoke, "Let him stay, it's not easy. Besides, there were two of us. I don't have the habit of being served by a man like you. "    

    

"Oh, when we were in the corridor, you said that we sisters are so good-looking that we can serve each other. Now you're changing your mind? Sigh, they really couldn't be friends. "Good, good, I'll do as you say. Why is it so hot in this room?"    

    

Helan Xiaoxin closed her eyes and shook her head vigorously. She put down the wine cup and took off her black, round-collared shirt.    

    

Xiaoming's eyes immediately went wide.    

    

He had worked in the clubhouse for so many years — as if he had said before, but now he had to say it again. He had served countless rich women, but no one had ever possessed Sister Xin's proud and attractive figure.    

    

Tsk tsk, look at that exquisite collarbone, creamy skin, and a small and slender waist.    

    

Especially that one look and it blinded Xiaoming's titanium dog eyes. His breathing suddenly became heavier and he couldn't stop swallowing his saliva.    

    

Yue Zitong, who had her eyes closed slightly, noticed that something was wrong. She frowned and was about to say something, but then shut her mouth.    

    

Helan Xiaoxin, who often came to this kind of place to relax, would she be as conservative as she was and not dare to take off her clothes in front of the male PR team.    

    

One look at Sister Xin's elegant action of throwing away her blouse was enough to determine that she was enjoying this feeling.    

    

"What are you looking at? Do what you have to do. "    

    

Helan Xiaoxin glared at Xiaoming, who was drooling. She scared the latter so much that she quickly lowered her head and continued to beat Director Yue's legs.    

    

"Damn it, why is it so hot?"    

    

Helan Xiaoxin drank another cup of wine, wanting to use the cold wine to extinguish the fire that had suddenly sprung up in her heart. However, the truth was as if she had poured a pot of gasoline over her heart, and the fire suddenly flared up even more.    

    

What was going on?    

    

Helan Xiaoxin swallowed her saliva and slowly raised her head to look at Xiaoming.    

    

At this moment, she suddenly felt that Xiaoming was the Prince Charming from her youth. He gave her an elegant smile and walked over from the courtyard. She only wanted to throw herself onto him and give her all to him.    

    

"You … you passed …"    

    

Helan Xiaoxin's voice suddenly became hoarse. She raised her hand to tell Xiaoming to come over. Someone knocked on the door. A man's voice came, "I'm Ye Shen. Can I go in?"